Is Pittsburgh (Is Not Chicago?)

[evilhippo]

Darn you, random wireless, for not readily assigning me a network address! This is the first airport that I've even picked up a wireless connection. Man, if only it worked... I'm here a freaking hour before we're going to leave.... and it's so quiet in here. I don't imagine many people show up to watch the sun rise at the airport, though. (Not that it isn't pretty. But oh, it's going to be like, 90 in Chicago today. It's been coldish here, compared to the beginning of summer. What the heck? I'm going to be on the tenth floor... and it's going to be 90. And I'll be moving computers around tomorrow when it's 92. I'm going to die. Or live in the shower in my spare time).

Oh! The weirdest thing happened to me this morning. It'd make for interesting predictions if I were to take it as some sort of omen (and no, this isn't about going through Unity and being randomly reminded that that was where I was in my dream when I got off the turnpike at the wrong exit and couldn't get back on). Somewhere in Pennsylvania we found this random donut shop that was actually open, so my dad stopped and got me a donut. Somewhere in the confusion of ordering, my dad said "maple glazed donut." Now, there are glazed donuts. And there are donuts with maple icing. But a maple glazed donut? Never seen one before. Until now. Apparently, in Pennsylvania, if you ask for a maple glazed donut, they exist! The donut... was maple flavoured. And it was glazed. (This is how interesting my morning's been. You're going to have to forgive me, though. I mean, I slept for maybe four hours... if that. Since it took me forever to actually fall asleep. I would've gone to sleep earlier, only I got caught up in watching the Ohio State game. It... awww, they should've won. I can't help that I like Tressel. He's from back when I actually cared about YSU! We went to the airport after they won their first national champeenship and he signed my dad's big foamboard penguin. Sentimental value in seeing the guy do well in Columbus, you know?)

I wonder how weird it looks to people that I've got this nice little scratch across my right cheek. The kitten ruthlessly attacked my face last night when I wasn't paying attention. I saw him ninjaing over out of the corner of my eye, and then next thing I knew he was attached to it. I'm lucky I can still see. That's yet another bad reason to end up with an eyepatch. Right up there with getting stabbed in the eye with a french fry. Nowhere near as cool as epic battles (even if they mean your major role in the series is pretty much over.

And again I wish I could get the internet working here... it probably requires you to authenticate or something. I could catch up on things before I get back and have to worry about updating pretty much every program I have on my computer, since that's a futile thing to attempt on a dial-up connection. Uaaah, it always stresses me out when my computer doesn't connect properly to the internet. If something dies on me when I get to school I'm going to die this week. Just. completely. die. I need to go back to fansubbing! I need to be able to rp at any time whatsoever! These are needs! (Because, really, there's going to be nothing else to do for at least three or four days. Then my something to do is going to be avoiding people so I can fansub and rp. Oh, and scaring the crap out of my new advisor).

Ah! I'm not sure I mentioned that THEY FREAKING CHANGED MY ADVISOR ON ME!! What the freaking heck! Hi! I'm the University of Chicago! Watch me make evilhippo's life more difficult! Now she's got to introduce herself to a new advisor and then try to talk her into just picking a major for her so she doesn't have to think about it anymore. Bwahahahaha! Mwahahahaha! Ooooh, and I'm going to make sure she can't get into any art or writing-type classes so she's miserable and unhappy and really cursing the fact that she's got to finish French 202 for her possible English Major. I am so evil it turns me on! Weee! No, I'm not bitter at all. But I promise it's an amused kind of bitter. It's not like they've succeeded at killing me yet. AND I STILL HAVE MY SOUL, GOSHDARNIT! TAKE THAT, UCHICAGO! (I'm surprised I got through airport security with it, really. Those things are dangerous.

I hate how, when I'm stressed out, my teeth chatter and I'm colder than I should be. The sun's shining right on my back right now, and I've still got my jacket on. (Because I look snazzy in it). And I'm all hyped up on lack of sleep and being afraid of handling public transportation again and I had caffeine this morning. I had crackers, and a donut, and tea. Probably not going to prevent me from being hyper. I'm also worried about getting my things out of storage. I'm afraid of that lady up there yelling at me again. I don't know if I could deal with that. It's going to be hard not to pass out on my bed as soon as I get inside anyway (unless, of course, it's actually 90 degrees. In which case I'll pass out in the shower or something).

I'm still not ready to go, by the way. Still not ready. I feel sort of bad... I left a lot of my stuff in a pile on the dining room floor for my mom to put into boxes. She said it was fine, but... I guess I should've started packing earlier than Friday around 6. Especially considering I spent yesterday at the zoo. (Which was an excellent way to spend my last day at home, moreso because it lacked the PDA I was terrified so much of). I suppose the zoo isn't really to blame though, since I got back on time and decided that the last thing I wanted to do was to go back home and start packing again, so I sat on my car for an hour talking to sketchyheart. Yay.

I need to stop chewing on the headphones cord. It's probably why the bass isn't as strong in the right side. Goshdarnit. It's going to slowly drive me nuts (except I did manage to get a new pair. It's just that their cord's too long for dealing with much in airports. It'll probably slowly drive me nuts, too... but anything that vaguely annoys me does.

I wonder where all these people are going. I wonder why the internet has decided to tease me. I wonder if these peole find it freaky that I type really freaking fast when I'm all hyper like this. I wonder if they are wondering what I'm writing about. I can always pretend I'm some type or journalist or something. Or a novelist. An undercover novelist who might just be writing about them without their knowledge. Letsee... The guy in the red shirt across from me... I'll make him into a character. He'll look anywhere but right at me, apparently. He's a little to my right and two rows up, facing me. That's sort of my default place to look when I'm thinking, so he probably thinks I'm freaky already or something. He was pretending to be asleep a second ago and now he's looking around again. His eyes are very shifty. It's possible that my view right now is skewed though, since he's got a weird girl across from him who keeps staring at him. All right... I'm going to leave that poor guy alone. I wonder if he's from Moon. Or the moon. Do you think he likes tha moon? There's an elderly couple to my left, sitting in the seats that go up and down instead of left to right... they're two of the three people there were here before me. They both have shirts on that say Caribbean, so I'd say they're coming back from there. I know they're flying into LA because I heard them earlier on the cell phone before I got out my iPod and stopped eavesdropping on random unsuspecting (or even slightly suspicous) people. They're not tan enough to be from LA, though... but really, there'd be no reason for them to be flying into LA if they were going to the Caribbean. Maybe they don't go outside much, though. It's possible... just hang out in your air conditioning over there or something. And matching shirts are more an after-vacation thing, unless you're with a tour group. More people are randomly arriving now... I guess maybe they've just made it over from their previous flights. I know there's one from Air Canada heading to Chicago. I don't imagine O'Hare's many of these people's final destination... which means they probably creatively (or non-creatively) dislike it. Because of layovers and delays and whatnot. Hrm. Well, I still like O'Hare. So there, everyone else in the world who doesn't. I probably just like it because it's clean and I don't have to walk more than a block with my luggage. And I don't have to ride the 55. Which is still my leave favourite bus. Well, aside from the random bit of the route the 28 used to take after Union Station... that went through some strange neighbourhoods on the west side of the city. I think that was mostly just scary because I was a first year, by myself, and carrying my precious laptop with me. I think at this point my laptop's a little too worn out to be worth stealing. (Plus it's pretty irrepairably branded by stickers and security... things).

CURSE YOU, FLYPITTSBURGH NETWORK, FOR NOT GIVING ME AN IP! Ah well, at least I've only got another ten minutes or so to waste before we start boarding. Then I can start wondering whether or not I should take out my plot notes and write for an hour in my tiny handwriting about ninjas or Death Notes or even Mary Sues. I don't have any notes on the Sue thing, though... that one's pretty much random. And now includes a subplot that shoves my Sue out of the way and Stus Hughes. Arrrgh. At least I don't save his life or something. I mean... at least the Sue (who still doesn't have a name, and will probably never have one... She has a nametag on, since she's dragged over in her theatre uniform, so no one has to ask for her name. Convenient, ne? No, really, I should be shot. I can't believe it's like three pages long right now).

All right... I can't take this anymore. Computer -> off. UAHHH I'm not ready to be going back!!